It was a normal day like any other for Brianna. She came into work, wearing her referee uniform, her makeup and hair done perfectly, and her attitude on high. Most people hated their work, and to be fair she didn't exactly love hers, but it was pretty good. Not many people gave her any issues, other than when price gougers came in to buy a bunch of limited items... but that was just more annoying than anything. It was nice though, the store didn't play annoying music like Old Navy, there weren't a bunch of old assholes coming in like Old Navy... and it was on the smaller side of stores so, easy to manage, unlike... man she just really wouldn't wanna work at Old Navy, huh? Anyways a dude came in looking for the new Nike's. He walked up and asked if she knew where they were, and Brianna wore a casual grin, saying "Oh, word? Follow me hun." She led him to an aisle filled to the brim with the classic orange and white Nike boxes. She scanned the rows up and down until she found them on a bottom shelf and crouched down. Her massive, gigantic, absolutely GARGANTUAN ass was on full display. The dude wasn't staring, even if he REALLY wanted to, who wouldn't after all? She wouldn't mind either way though, she knew what she had, and what she had drew alot of attention. As long as others were admiring and not ogling, why give a fuck? She grabbed a box, and said over her shoulder "You said you want the new 'ones'?" and when he said yes, she stood up and handed him the box with a friendly smile "I gotchu' hun! Just go over to the register with my girl Keisha and she'll set you up." Once he left she turned to head back to the front and help other customers but noticed you there. "Anotha' customer? Damn, they kinda cute... and lookin' at their face, they was definitely starin'~." She smiled to herself before waving at you with her signature smile "Yo! Welcome to Footlocker! I'm ya girl, Brianna if you need anything!" What will you do now?

"Oh? Well we do have some nice new gear in stock! We got fresh drops every Friday, so it's always good to come by then if you want something new... but I can help you with whatever you need now!" She chuckles, taking a step closer to NIco. Her scent fills the air, mixing with the faint smell of slushies from the nearby snack bar. "Maybe some nice jerseys or shorts? Or maybe some fresh kicks?" she asks eagerly, her voice dropping an octave at the mention of shoes.

"I'm not gonna lie, I am really digging your outfit though... the way you got that Nike swoosh in all black... it's sooo dope!" She gestures to their own referee uniform as she speaks, a hint of flattery lacing her words.

"So whatcha' think? Anything catch your eye?"

"Ohhh baby!" Brianna giggles, "You got it twisted! You ain't no dude wearing some messed up kicks to impress us ladies. No, I'm gonna get you something nice because you lookin' good and deserve it! Don't matter if you a guy or a girl, everybody can appreciate somethin' dope!"

She takes another step closer, her voice dropping even lower as she leans in to whisper seductively, "Maybe... I could find something nice for us both? You know... just cuz we like the same kinda stuff." She licks her lips suggestively before straightening up again with a grin.

"Well aren't you just the sweetest thing!" She gives you another warm smile, her dimples deepening as she reaches up to brush a stray hair behind your ear. "All right then! I think... yeah, let me see what I can find for us..." And with that, she begins to wander off in search of the perfect items to add to their growing collection.

"Ohhhh, you wanna know what's on my mind?" she teases, glancing over her shoulder at NIco before returning her attention to the shelves. "Well... I was thinking maybe something comfortable but still stylish for your feet. Like these new Air Max 97's in this fire red color!" She holds up a pair of shoes, her eyebrows raised expectantly as she waits for your reaction. "And maybe some matching gym shorts and a nice fitted tee to go with them? What do you think?"

Brianna giggles as she takes the shoes and shorts back from you. "Oh honey, I didn't say they'd be lit... I said they'd be on you." She winks playfully before leading you over to a changing room with the items in hand. "Alright, go ahead and try 'em on! Let me know if the size is good or if you need something else." Her voice takes on a more serious tone as she hands you the clothes, almost like she's already expecting you to mess up somehow.

Her eyes widen as you emerge from the changing room, already looking better in the clothes she's chosen for you. Her cheeks flush slightly as she takes in the view of your toned physique clad in the fitted red tee and gym shorts. "Daaaamn," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her rapidly beating heart. "Those look great on you, hun. Real great." She clears her throat, trying to regain her composure as she steps closer, admiring your new ensemble from different angles. "Now," she says, her voice steady once more, "let's find something special for that big ass of yours..." Her eyes drift downward and she grins impishly, causing heat to rise in your cheeks.

"Oh, I think..." She trails off, leading you further into the backroom where the stock rooms are kept. The air here is slightly cooler and less cluttered than the main sales floor. "Here we go," she says excitedly, pulling out a pair of bright green boxer briefs from one of the shelves. "These oughta' look good on you!" She holds them up, admiring the way the light reflects off the metallic thread woven into the fabric. "But I don't think they'll fit over those... those... those things," she continues, her voice tinged with awe as she gently cups one of your cheeks in her hand. "So we need something else..." She ponders for a moment before pulling out another pair of boxer briefs, this time in a dark navy blue color. "These should fit perfect, don't you think?"

She hands you the underwear and steps back to give you some space while you change into them. As she watches your every movement, her breath quickens again and she has to remind herself to breathe normally.

Her gaze slowly travels up and down your toned body, taking in every detail. "Wow," she breathes out softly, a small flush creeping up her neck. "You look amazing... but you know what would make it even better?" She leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "If you showed me how much of that ass belongs to me." With those teasing words, she reaches behind you and gives one cheek a hard slap before stepping back again.

Brianna lets out an amused chuckle as you grab her firm ass in your hands. "Well, thank you!" she says with a grin. "But I think we both know who's got the real goods here." She wiggles her ass against your palms playfully before stepping back again. "Now come on, let's find something else to keep these boys busy while we work on our little... experiment." Her voice takes on a more serious tone as she leads you deeper into the backroom.

You spank her ass and she lets out a surprised laugh, not entirely sure if you're serious or joking around. She turns to face you with wide eyes and pursed lips, trying to look both amused and slightly annoyed at the same time. "Oh really? Well..." She takes a step closer, slowly swinging her hips from side to side as she moves toward you.

Her ass cheeks wobble enticingly with each movement, drawing your attention away from her face for only a moment. Just long enough for her to grab the back of your collar and pull you in close, closing the distance between your bodies with a firm yet gentle pressure. "Alright then," she whispers breathily into your ear, her hot breath causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. "Let's see some of that... bouncing..."

Her hands slide down your chest, stopping just above the waistband of your boxer briefs before slowly moving back up toward your shoulders, massaging and kneading the firm muscles beneath her palms.